The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-02-25
herald to the impatient congregation

at looks quiet enough" said Dick
Marable, gazing across at the house
standing back from the river in grove
OF elm and fruit trees. "There's old
Towser asleep on the porch, soft must
be all right inside"
pooh responded his companion,
Joe Brown. WHO but lot of old
women would ever have dreamed of
anything going wrong merely because
some hungry tramp undertakes to cut
lot OF wood to pay for his dnner2
It's u shame the way the poor fellows
are treated, when-Hullo! what's
that?ns
The cause OF this startled exclama-
ton was piercing scream which is.
sued from the interior OF the Lamkins'
house--a woman's scream OF intense
pain and agony.
Towser, the huge mastiff, started
from his slumber and rushed into the
house; and again came the screams,
shrek upon shrek. causing the blood
OF the hearers to thrill with horror.
al say" said Joe, excitedly, "let US
go up and see what's the matter"
We've haven't any pistols"
gasped Dick; "and-Great Jerichol".
Out OF the front door CT the house
staggered the form OF Mr. Lamkin,
waving his arms wildly over his head
and shouting. Following came his
wife screaming, but more family now,
and with her face and bosom all dyed
in crimson flood.
AS they issued from the front OF the
house, the torn OF q stalwart man,
bare headed and with an axe in his
hand, rushed out at the back door
and made straight for the woods be-
yond the orchard.
"Run, Dick" cried Joe, excitedly,
"gallop for your life and bring all the
men outl Wecan catch him before lie
reaches the railroad. I'll go upto the
house and help EN-"
Away flew Dick as fast as his good
horse could carry him-bending for
ward in the saddle with pale face and
hair on end.
In less than an hour the whole male
population OF Milltown. most OF them
armed and mounted, was surrounding
the Lamkln house; while the women,
remaining unprotected at home, barri-
caded doors and windows, and pro-
duced iron rolling pins, or else went
into Mysteries, according to their va
rious temperaments.
"Where is he? Which way did the
villain go?" roared chorus OF mems
voices, as Joe Brown appeared on the
porch. and with blood stained hands
pointed tragically toward the wood.
And like q charge Of cavalry, the
mounted men tore across the orchard
inpursuit OF the fugitive while those on
foot breathlessly reaching the house,
rushed in without ceremony.
There lay Mr.. Lamkin on his bed,
groaning in agony. There sat Mrs.
Lamkin, bending over pail OF water
washing CORY stains from her head
and face, while blotches OF the same
sanguinary hue disfgured the neat
floors, and in the pantry, in pool OF
blood, lay the remains OF q glass jar
OF honey.
Look here, boys" whispered Mr..
Minter, the grocer, solemnly, sit was
jest in this spot that the blow was
struck" and he pointed to the pool
eyes, yes!" groaned Mrs. Lamkin;
"it was there that they attacked me.
was just putting up the pot of red
hearth.paint on the sheff-you see
how it's all spilled around.-when they
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'TTheyl Who"
"The-the bees!' faltered Mrs. Lam
kin, Historically; "and Iran to Thorn.
as, when they settled on him and
drove him wild; and the hired man
came running to help us, and
had no sooner put his head i'll
than they attacked him, and he
ran off as last as he could go. And
oh, mercy! can any one find the harts-
horn!
There was solemn pause. Some
OF the crowd looked relieved and 9TH
ers, the younger ones, disgusted, not
to say disappointed. And at this
moment the horsemen came strag.
Cling back across the orchard looking
very much as though they had been
whipped in q sklrmish, and accom-
panied by q sturdy young man with
a bee-stung face and an axe across his
shoulder.
"Yes," he was saying II am Jacob
Fowler, and I've come back to carry
my wife and little ones out West
where I've found good home for us
all. only stopped to do this wood
cutting job because wanted to hear
something about 'em before seeing
'em."
That evening there was what deacon
Hurd called unseemly merriment at
the parsonage, as the story of the
days tragedy was talked over and
narrated to the parson and his wife
The next day q good many OF the
neighbors called on Mrr. Lamkin, who
explained how she had left the jar O.
honey open, and the bees, attrac-
ted thereby, came in swarm
through the pantry window, and at
tackled her as soon as she opened the
door. But, as she afterwards said
it was great consolation TO think
that she had painted the hearths
before the accident happened, since
SO much company called on the fol
lowing day.-Saturday Night.